A/N: I got my premise from a throw-away line in Season 4 Episode 4 where Matt says "You'd make a great bank robber Jess." To which Jess replies "I'll consider it." The first two chapters are just establishing the story. The major Jecker romance will begin in Chapter 3. This is my first FanFic so, please, be nice.

Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or it's characters.

Chapter 1

"Well, we can't just leave him there!"

"What else do you suppose we do then?"

"I don't know! This wasn't really part of the plan."

"You're the genus, you figure it out."

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Beer."

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"With what?"

"Him."

"You wanted to help him, not me."

"Hey that's just–"

A door slammed cutting off the speaker's words and sending slight tremors through the cement floor Becker's head was resting on. Judging by the voices, it was the man – Irish by the sounds of it – who just left and the young woman still in the room with him, growling in attempts to hold her tongue.

"Stupid Matt," she finally murmured and started to pace, her heels echoing in the cement room. Each step she took sent another wave of pulsating pain to his migraine.

He opened his eyes to see the pair of feet dressed in the brightest pink heels crossing from one side of the room to the other making his headache even worse. Attempting to sit up from his crumpled position on the floor, he cried out in pain. It wasn't only his head that had been injured, but also his leg.

He saw her pink heels stop at the sound of his groan and a moment later the pair of legs – which, if he weren't in the circumstances he was currently in, he would say were damn good – came rushing towards him.

"Oh, your awake." She said, knelling down beside him, her navy mini skirt crawling up her legs. If she knelt any further, Becker would have had a very nice view.

"Here," she continued, "let me help you to a chair."

Becker winced as he was forced to put weight on his foot as the woman grabbed his upper arm and helped him stand. His vision still blurry, she helped him to a stool leaning against one of the walls and helped him sit down.

"Mfph," he grunted and he collapsed onto the stool and took the weight of his injured leg. Looking down at it, he didn't see anything terribly wrong with it; at least there was no blood or no bones sticking out of it.

"It's probably just a twisted ankle, you should be fine in a few days." The woman said, "Here, you should drink this."

He heard the creak as she opened the disposable water bottle and passed it to him. Gratefully, he took it and drank a large sip. As he lowered his head after taking another large gulp, he saw the woman with the great legs. She couldn't have been over twenty, nineteen probably. While she was very young, she didn't have to same innocence or cockiness of a teenager. Her light brown curls slipped off her shoulders as she leaned in to look at his face. Becker didn't know if it was just his migraine or the light that made her enormous blue eyes so…oh, he couldn't really think of the word for it.

Her pink lips (almost as dangerously pink as her shoes) smiled as she asked, "feeling a bit better?"

"A bit." Becker said, wincing again from his migraine.

"I'm sorry about the headache. Matt's not the most gentle person, I didn't think he'd actually hit you that hard or smash your leg. You could have ended up looking a lot worse. At least he didn't give you a black eye or anything like that, although, you still look terrible."

Oh god. He must look as bad as he felt – horrible.

"As long as you keep drinking water you should feel a little better. I could get you something for your headache as well. Oh, you might have a concussion. You should probably lie down. But not on the floor again, that won't do. Maybe the couch."

Glancing around the room, Becker didn't see a couch anywhere, just a lot of boxes, the single light handing from the ceiling, and the door leading out of the small room they were in.

"Are you dizzy at all? How many finger am I holding up?"

"Three." Becker muttered, his initial dizziness now gone and his eyes adjusted to the light.

She smiled. "That's good, probably not a concussion then and just a bad headache."

"Where am I?"

Her smile vanished and was replaced with an uneasy look, "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you that."

"If I can't know where then at least tell me why I'm here."

"You don't remember? Hmm, maybe it is a slight concussion or possibly memory loss. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Umm…" What do I remember? Leaving high school and not knowing what to do with my life. Joining the army. Going to Iraq. Seeing…Images his wish he could have forgotten swept over his vision resulting in him flinching slightly…No, not going there. Resigning. Leaving Iraq. Coming home to see my girlfriend moved out. (Was her name Sarah or Sandra?) Offered a job as a security guard at the Central Metropolitan Bank. Boring but it pays the bills. Boss – the general manager – Philip Burton. Asshole. Burton had late meeting, finished well after bank closed. Did routine security checks after Burton left. Went to check on safes…

"The last thing I remember is going to check if the security for the safety deposits was on."

"You're sure nothing after that?"

"Yes, no, wait," Becker murmured as he started to recollect what happened, "The security was off for some reason and I was about to turn it back on when I heard something. I went to investigate and saw someone taking an entire box out of the shelves. I raised my gun and..." Becker started to falter.

"Now you're here." She finished.

"I guess so." He nodded processing his blurry memories, "Who are you?"

"I'm Jess." She smiled again and held out her hand.

"Becker." He said shaking it, "But that doesn't completely answer my question."

"Oh, well–" she was interrupted as the door swung open.

"Jess, Abby want you to bring up another case of Guinness where you're, oh, never mind he's concise." From the sound of his voice, it was the same man from before.

"Why don't you just take it up Matt?" Jess turned to face him slightly annoyed.

"I'm going out." He replied.

"At this time of night?"

Well, it was good to know approximately what time it was. I've only been out for a few hours then. Or possibly a day…

"I've got stuff to do, steam to blow off thanks to that one." He gestured towards Becker.

"Don't blame him," Jess retorted, "he was just doing his job."

"And so were we might I remind you. It was probably a better idea to ignore you and leave him there."

"He could have identified you to the police then where would we be?"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Well what do you plan on doing with him now that he's here?"

She paused. "I don't know. I haven't gotten that far."

"Maybe I should just knock him out again and find a nice alley for him to wake up in. Drench him in booze and the police won't believe a word he says."

"Matt!"

"Oh be reasonable Jess. We're thieves, he's a security guard, this can't end well."

Before Jess could respond, they heard a muffled yell waft from the doorway as someone yelled to Matt. He lent down and grabbed a box, which rattled slightly as he lifted it (must be the Guinness).

"I'll bring this up for you before I go. I don't want him to be here when I get back though or else I'll have to deal with him." And on that note, Matt left closing the door behind him.

Jess stood pursing her lips as the echo of the door slamming faded. She turned back to Becker and sighed. "I guess his plan was as good as any. I'm so sorry."

"Please don't." Becker said, closing his eyes.

"Sorry, I guess I could get sleeping pills. I understand how you wouldn't want to get hit in the head again."

"No it's not that." Becker began, "it's just, you don't know how dull my life has been. Well, not all of it – certainly not all of it – but just recently."

Jess looked confused. Then again, Becker was also managing to confuse himself but he kept on talking.

"I've played on the good side all my life. Security guard, military service–"

"You're ex-military?"

"Yeah, but that's not a major point. What is, however, is the sheer boredom of normal city life. Do you know how dull it is to stand around all day and make sure nothing goes wrong? Half of you wishes for something bad to happen just to make your day eventful."

"If it's so dull, why don't you just rejoin the army?"

"No, not after seeing what I saw. I can't go back to that." Unpleasant thoughts crept their way back into Becker's mind.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, "Knock me out so I stop talking will yeah?"

"If you're so bored of the good side why don't you join ours?" Matt's Irish lilt suggested from the doorway. Both Becker and Jess jumped not realizing he'd come back.

"What do you mean?" Becker asked.

"If you're so tired of being on the good side through away your badge. Join us."

"What? Start robbing banks instead of protecting them?"

"Exactly."

Jess squealed slightly before adding, "We could totally use you help. I still know next to nothing about how banks work. You know, what security systems they use, usual shifts for staff members, what security guards look for and what they usually skim over, all that stuff you could help me with."

"Not to mention another man on the inside." Matt chimed in.

"You're military skill could easily come in handy. Iraq I'm guessing?"

Becker nodded.

"Same, although probably before your time."

"So it's settled then!" Jess squealed.

"Wait," Becker said. "Nothing's settled yet."

He looked at Matt leaning against the door still shrouded in mystery. There was something about him that made Becker uneasy although his gut said to trust him. He turned to the big eyes smiling Jess and couldn't resist.

"What the hell, I'm going there anyway." Becker murmured, then announced slightly louder, "I'm in."

Jess clapped her hands happily then proceeded to give Becker a surprisingly strong hug.

"Mfph!" he grunted as she bumped his injured leg.

"Sorry!" she apologized backing away, "Let's move you to a couch and get your foot of the ground."

"Sorry about the foot mate." Matt said, placing his empty crate in the storeroom and holding the door open for the limping Becker supported by the much shorter Jess.

"I would have done the same." Becker said through his teeth as he limped by him.

"This is going to turn out very interesting, isn't it?" Jess asked to no one in particular.

"Yes," Becker agreed catching a glimpse of her smiling face, "very interesting indeed."